Day uh… Few weeks since my last entry and shit hit's the fan! YAY!
Invasion of Gilneas, Entry 1

Told ya I can't keep a journal.

I'm currently hanging out on the edge of the Military District bordering Merchant's Square. Worgen are everywhere. No one's safe. Besides the city guards there was only myself and a handful of other novices, most were warriors or priest. There was also the odd hunter or two. Oh! There's the shady looking warlock and a rouge around here somewhere… Oh great! I've lost track of the rouge.
HAHAHA fuck me right?

I can't find the others though, there are no other druids besides Shand'do Celestine and myself. I hope that they're okay. They better be okay.

How did it get this bad?

I-I'm trying to stay calm but oh my God they're everywhere. I'm covered in so much blood and this-this is so different. I mean, hunting and killing a rabid bear or two to keep others safe that-that's one thing! Celestine -Shand'do- at least she would console the few druids under her instruction, myself included.

I mean, I still barfed.

Have been barfing.

I don't think I have anything left in my stomach anymore. I can't seem to get the taste out of my mouth either. Water makes me feel queasy and food… I can't even think about food right now.

The warriors were laughing at me earlier after one worgen almost gutted me. Shand'do practically lit their asses on fire with some good ol' Moonfire after that. Heh, serves them right. They'd barf too if they had to take another being's life. Pretty sure some of them did actually… Few of them are looking rather green.

To make matters worse, Jack's gone. Out of the city delivering something or another to a Grandma Wahl.

I hope he's okay.

He better not be dead though. I'll kill him if he died on me.

I guess I should go back to my time in Merchant's Square, since I seem to be the only individual documenting this thing.

This is so FUBAR.

Alright…

I had just finished my nightly meditation Shand'do would have us do and had begun to clean up after myself when the screams started. At first I was irritated and confused, why is everyone screaming? Sure, Winter's Veil was just around the corner but there was no reason to scream about it. But… but then I realized that those screams weren't over-excited kids or cheerful adults. It was terror. They were the screams of terror.

As I ran outside to see what the commotion was I was assaulted with the metallic scent of blood and ear piercing screams and the guttural snarls of the worgen in the square. I heard Prince Liam before I saw him. He was atop his horse cutting down any worgen that dared to dance too close with his sword.

"What are you still doing here, citizen? Haven't you heard? The city's under complete lockdown." He had said. "Go see Lieutenant Walden - he'll give you further directions for evacuation. You can find him in the northwestern end of the Merchant Square."

I nodded. I couldn't fight, still can't. So I grabbed a few other citizens running about the square and steered them northwest. I, we, found the Lieutenant. His body that is. Deep claw marks littered his body. It was awful.

We returned to the square to find piles of bodies and our Prince still mounted atop his horse alive, covered in gore and streaked with sweat, but alive. Somehow I was voted as spokesperson of my little group and after the initial shock and anger of my report, Prince Liam ordered the rest of the civilians to make their way towards the Military District.

He then asked me to evacuate a few more of the homes surrounding the square, "The doors with an 'x' edged in them have already been evacuated," He told me. "Check the others and, only if you are able, take out a few of these worgen. Every one worgen we kill is one less worgen going after the civilians."

Well, when you put it like that. Guess it was time to put on my big girl pants. Although now that I think about it, I think I only have one leg on... I should probably get the other leg on huh?

Anyways, I got about ten feet when Gwen Armstead pulled me aside and asked me to grab some supply crates left in the chaos and not one to say 'no' to rather sensible ideas I told her I'd see what I could find.

It was after the third person I had evacuated when the worgen decided that I looked like an easy kill. They came at me in ones, sometimes twos, at first not really trying to overpower me- or they're just stupid and didn't think about bum rushing me- I guess when they saw that I didn't go down so easy that's when they took it up a notch. And for those of you at home who don't know what Wrath is, it's basically the equivalent of having a miniature sun in your hands as you turn people/worgen into crispy fried death. Complete with carnage and nightmares... If no one caught the sarcasm then I pity you.

I keep getting side tracked- So they started to attack me far more ferociously than before and either I have incredible luck, dumb skill or some God/Goddess- the Light, whoever- were watching over my sorry self because I'm -miraculously- alive. I think it was a combination of all three, perhaps more of the divine intervention and luck than actual skill... I seriously need to thank Jack for pushing me to become a druid.

It was only after I had "handed in" -read: told them I did it while looking like I might drop dead- that I buggered on over to the edge of the Military District and Merchant's Square and here we are.

I'm currently resting my eyes while Shand'do and the priest trainer -What was her name again?- tend to the wounded. Shand'do practically jumped me when I trudged into the temporary camp, asking me "Where in the Spirits names were you?" and "You're lucky to be alive!", my favorite was, "What were you thinkin'? No, don't answer that, I don't want to know. SIT! Don't make me sift into my bear form and sit on you, don't- Oi! No laughin' while I'm threat'n you!"

On that note: I must have dinged level four during the fight for my life because the next thing Shand'do does is teach me Moonfire and Rejuvenation.

"Wrath will only get you so far," She told me. "You'll need other ways to defend yourself and others." That... That stopped me, I mean...

... This is real, isn't it. This... I have to be in this for the long run now don't I? Don't I? Would I even leave if the opportunity presented itself? I... I don't know. I don't think I could leave everyone. Not like this. Even now as a novice druid and a child they look to me to defend them.

I... I think I got my other leg into my big girl pants.

Gotta wrap this up, were moving further into the Military District now. I think I heard someone say that we're meeting up with King Greymane and his group outside the prison. Will write more later.